starbelliedboy

Fuck.

I've been going out and having some of the best times I can remember. I've got all the friends I really need. It's been a few weeks since I've had nothing to do on a weekend. By all indications, I've built myself a new life, and other than not having a decently paying job yet, it's pretty good... So why do I still come home and feel so fucking sad? Why do I still feel like I missed out on the best thing that ever happened to me?


I really wish I didn't know why.

I'm shaking right now.